I love to watch her play with fire,
to see her dance within the flame.
Her passion can my soul inspire.
As sparks fly from her fingertips,
my fever grows, it rises higher.
My consciousness begins to burn.
She will not slow; she does not tire;
and soon I will forget my name
— a Phoenix lit by her desire.
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POETIC FORM:
Magic 9 – According to Robert Lee Brewer, this form is a newer form, relatively unknown, and appears to have been inspired by a poet misspelling the word “abracadabra.” There are no rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. (Remove the r’s from “abracadabra,” )
AUDIO FILE:
Pen's Ink 